Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
JFA,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.